Out Of No Where Poem by Abigail Torres

Sitting here dreaming high
flying speedly blowing o's
passing two, three at once
head spinning hands shaking
you know you're feeling it hit
while you sit back
& take another hit slowly
your minds exploring
imaging things you've not yet seen
you're craving more because its going low
you're feeling nothing any more
you're heads had enough
but your hand & your mouth keep asking for more
you take a nap but start feeling a little sore
your pain has awaken you once before
but this here is good pain
the one we like to feel when we're depressed or upset
lets set this story straight
marijuana heals everybody knows the rest